10 Here upo' my knees I'll gi'e you Ony vow you like to name. See your poor young laminies pleading', Will you gang and break our heart ! No a house to put our head in! No a friend to tak our part ? Ilka word came like a bullet! Watty's heart begoud to shake! On a kist he laid his wallet, Dightet baith his een and spake. If ance mair I could, by writing, Lea' the sogers and stay still, Wad ye swear to drop your flyting ? Yes, O Watty! yes I will'. Then, quo' Watty, mind, be honest; Aye to keep your temper strive; Gin ye break this dredful promise, Never mair expect to thrive. Marget Howe ! this hour ye solema Swear by every thing that's gude, Ne'er again your spouse to scol'him, While life warms your heart and blood. That ye'll ne'er in Mungo's seek me, Ne'er put drucken to my name
